journey through my mind, find a man so conflicted,
contemplating differences while keepin’ spirits lifted,
struggle with myself to determine what’s right,
stay tight, despite the goons creepin’ through the night,
are they out to get me? or after something else?
keep your eyes on the symbols and prepare to go stealth,
something’s in the air but I just can’t place it,
try to suppress my fears but bein’ forced to face it,
turn off the TV and read a couple of books,
start to realize that we trust a bunch of crooks,
place our trust outside and lose control of self,
while others blinded by their greed adn subjects of their wealth,
where’s the humanity? losing to insanity,
lookin’ for the man in me outside the course of vanity,
break free from this cage, come with me and turn the page,
stand up, seek truth, come together, find your way.

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1, 2, 1, 2 man i need a mic check,
everyday I’m waking up with more trash in the deck,
all these cats in the field need to learn some respect,
and learn about their past before they scream next

journey through my mind, see a man so conflicted,
every day a constant struggle just to stay lifted,
trapped inside a world that I wish could be different,
but stuck to adapt and apply myself to missions,
seek the lost souls and connect all our spirits,
power in unity will make all the difference,
these lyrics are my tools and the music is the medium,
try to break the program engrained by the media,
dumbed down nutrition, mislead with labels,
weaken our bodies, instill fear with fables,
the more control we give when our bodies are not able,
and everything that’s messed up is passed down to the cradle,
worst thing of all is that none of us see it,
but we all walk the line so zombies we are bein’,
and you call this freedom?
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journey through my mind, feel a man so conflicted,
yet gifted, but stuck in a land full of riches,
with misfits who see fit to run this as they wish,
and never trickle down when abundance is breeded,
the balance is tipped, the masses are ripped,
apart at the seams by the forces that pimp,
slap all these hoes and put masks on they faces,
without a labor force, there’s no goods to be traded,
so design economies that are gradually inflated,
then pop the balloon like the odds up in Vegas,
extract all the fear and see the rats take their places,
experiment success, now apply with God’s graces,
feed into religion so our minds become complacent,
overwhelm with luxuries so we forget the basics,
vision gettin’ blurry so we order up the lasik,
but nature has a way of giving balance to this matrix.

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